So, what'd you do last night? Huh? What's that? Sounds like a snooze. You should have been at Good Times. You know, the Queerty-sponsored, Svedka-soaked, Jimmy Im-spinned, eastern bloc-housed weekly party. Yeah, we forgot to post the flyer but we expect you guys have some semblance of a memory left. You should know by now: Wednesday = Good Times.

We've included some more pictures after the jump. Our homo-photog got a little drunk and dropped his camera down a glory hole so, sadly, there aren't that many. You can, of course, relive last week's 'mo madness, too.

Dance, pretties! Dance!

Is it us or does Ted in the red shirt look kind of like Zac Posen? Also, Scott looks almost exactly like our seventh grace science teacher. His name was Steve, which, like Scott, starts with 'S' and has five letters. It's like invasion of the homo snatchers up in this piece!

Yeah, the homo and fag bookends are nice, but that girl in the middle? She looks like she could cause some real damage. And when we say damage, we mean "she looks like she'll bite your dick off". We mean that in the best way possible, of course.

You'll have such a good time at Good Times, you'll want to celebrate your birthday there, like Esteban! You know, ringing in another year at Good Times brings endless luck and at least one blow job from a moderately attractive slut! Now that's something to celebrate.